see

saw.

- - -

Let's get out of here and glide on slides, into the clouds.
I have my kite, and you have your pizzazz.

(Now, I know the difference.)

Trials of evolutionary fixtures

Harden up your heart,
and become mundane,
to grow initial prejudices
into blooming indifference.

Chase away your subjections,
throw away your criticisms,
and mold your conscience to
be strong and careful (not to wilt).

Be trite and laconic;
yielding from the eye's biases
and the ear's lingering voices,
that is, of the common mouth.

Exhale your grudges and foolery,
then transfigurate from what is material
to something so profound and holy.
Mold, then, into innocence;
in its most physical of forms.

- - -

Basically, don't be afraid to TELL IT LIKE IT IS; yield from feeling emotions if the job needs to be done. Be honest. Be straightforward. Harden up your heart.

Aw, damn it. I'm still so weak it hurts. Don't muse about it, Charmaine. It's all in your head (obsessive possessive compulsive illness). How do you... give up on somebody, like it's nothing? I have a hard time accepting that, really. Make that two people, three. How many has it been now, just within this past year? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Oh, gawd.

Words of the wise and learned--

"There is no balance to be obtained, just a truth to yourself. There is no happiness to be obtained, just an acceptance of contentment."

Words from a member of the fam-bam; how you enlighten me. 'preciate it, cuz.

A letter to THE president.

I just want you to know:
You've left an imprint on my life.

Thank you.

"To be THE facade queen..."

- stay quiet (for all due purposes)
- Dad says not to smile
- read more
- 'nd know your stuff

That is all.

Say it!

Youve cut my string
and lanyard
and now things are set
to roam about and freely
and free from your intricacies
and my delicacies
and free from your bemusement
my bad influence
tie me now
I guess somebody
so flying won't seem too fake
for new heights and zeniths
such that walls and gaps will be
sealed forever
& Ill tie the string &

- - -

It was then that I learned the truth.

The "hey" girl.

I'm not a "wow" girl,
but a "pow" girl.

I'm not a "hey" girl,
but an "okay" girl.

Sway, girl.

Awww, man.

Suck. It. Up! I've had enough of your pea splits.

My 2AM two cents at the romance scene

She adored him from far away; the way you do stiffly, subtly and concealed. So inconspicuous, thought she, in order to shirk away from his inquisitive eyes. But his smile, seen from afar that is, was so pleasant and dangerously disarming. It was ridiculous--a criminal's game, enraptured with the safe confines of his jail cell as opposed to the consequences of choosing to face reality. No, thought she, a prisoner should much rather decide to stay indoors and locked up in his own fantasies rather than be vulnerable to even more pain and suffering.

All this from a smile of a ... "somewhat stranger", the word she would use to denote any sort of love interest. For although she was in a mild "trance", of which she hopes IS in fact love, she is unaware of just who that stranger is. Friend, a little likely. But acquaintance is more like it, for there's always a risk. Who is that person you are immediately attracted to? And why? One might deem such nuances as mere trivialities, but not she. Trivialities were easily considered troublesome.

She snuck one more glance, softly, at his eyes then sped away before he could possibly see her at all. And then she sunk against the wall, eyes, mouth, and heart drooping in relief and satisfaction to the floor. She made it in one piece, and she celebrated, and she cried. For once again, she didn't have the nerve to say anything. And she wept.

Don't bring me down.... "Bruce"!

mondegreen
shirk
dictation
clemency
pretentious

I love the old!

I love the old!
And am bored with the amateurs:
low-ranking pirates
stealing my adventures.
Yeah, well boredom kills;
but not the old!
Strong and bold-willed--
they're heavy-hearted and satisfied,
Like swans that surf the turf
unlike lanky pelicans that
d i v e
into their own demises.

I don't want you,

but I gotta have you.

I don't need you,
but I want you.

I don't touch you,
but it feels oh-so-good.

I fluff the truth,
but it feels oh-so-good.

- - - - -

This is written in the perspective of somebody else, not from my experience!

My list of "You Are":

MY Prince-of-Peace, My Idealized Soldier clad in snowy-white brilliance:

You Are:

Dashing,
Smashing,
Exuberant.

You Are:

Ticklish,
Diabolical,
Phenomenally (cool).

You Are:

Enigmatic,
Bemusing,
Peculiarly eye-catching.

- - - - -

The narrator is a woman listing down all the expectations she has of her lover: she expects him to be a perfect "prince", denying any flaws he might have. She overlooks his faults by not including these imperfections on her "list of YOU ARE" and chooses to continue her relationship in ignorant bliss.

groundbreaking & foreign

It's that time (080808), but I'm feeling kind of... odd and, hm well--"intrigued". There's so much on my sleeve.

I am officially empty-handed.

I have nothing to hide;
and I feel better this way.

Thanks for snapping me back into place

RES (1:18:17 AM): ehh
RES (1:18:23 AM): it's okay
RES (1:18:28 AM): there are more opportunities to raise your GPA

Thanks.

And now to post a lovely song that is eerily relevant to the moment:

Falling Slowly
Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall
through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never
amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take
this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your
hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly,
eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered
enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you
won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

Yeah, we've still got time.